| Song | Bread And Roses |
| Artist | John Denver |
| Album | Higher Ground |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:James Oppenheim Music:John Denver | |
| As we go marching, marching | |
| In the beauty of the day | |
| A million darkened kitchens | |
| A thousand mill lofts grey | |
| Are touched with all the radiance | |
| That a sudden sun discloses | |
| For the people hear us singing | |
| Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses | |
| As we go marching, marching | |
| We battle too for men | |
| For they are women's children | |
| And we mother them again | |
| Our lives shall not be sweetened | |
| From birth until life closes | |
| Hearts starve as well as bodies | |
| Give us bread, but give us roses | |
| As we go marching, marching | |
| We bring the greater days | |
| For the rising of the women | |
| Means the rising of the race | |
| No more the drudge and idler | |
| Ten that toil where one reposes | |
| But the sharing of life's glories | |
| Bread and Roses, Rread and Roses |
| Lyrics: James Oppenheim Music: John Denver | |
| As we go marching, marching | |
| In the beauty of the day | |
| A million darkened kitchens | |
| A thousand mill lofts grey | |
| Are touched with all the radiance | |
| That a sudden sun discloses | |
| For the people hear us singing | |
| Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses | |
| As we go marching, marching | |
| We battle too for men | |
| For they are women' s children | |
| And we mother them again | |
| Our lives shall not be sweetened | |
| From birth until life closes | |
| Hearts starve as well as bodies | |
| Give us bread, but give us roses | |
| As we go marching, marching | |
| We bring the greater days | |
| For the rising of the women | |
| Means the rising of the race | |
| No more the drudge and idler | |
| Ten that toil where one reposes | |
| But the sharing of life' s glories | |
| Bread and Roses, Rread and Roses |
| Lyrics: James Oppenheim Music: John Denver | |
| As we go marching, marching | |
| In the beauty of the day | |
| A million darkened kitchens | |
| A thousand mill lofts grey | |
| Are touched with all the radiance | |
| That a sudden sun discloses | |
| For the people hear us singing | |
| Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses | |
| As we go marching, marching | |
| We battle too for men | |
| For they are women' s children | |
| And we mother them again | |
| Our lives shall not be sweetened | |
| From birth until life closes | |
| Hearts starve as well as bodies | |
| Give us bread, but give us roses | |
| As we go marching, marching | |
| We bring the greater days | |
| For the rising of the women | |
| Means the rising of the race | |
| No more the drudge and idler | |
| Ten that toil where one reposes | |
| But the sharing of life' s glories | |
| Bread and Roses, Rread and Roses |